Both of Micah's hips were out of their sockets, his femurs were tilting the wrong direction, and his pelvis was not formed properly, so he underwent a seven-hour procedure today that involved bone saws and screws and metal plates to, well, basically take him apart and put him back together again.
As you can see from the picture below, he will be sporting a very uncomfortable-looking spica cast for awhile now. To say that he was unhappy when he woke up would be a big, BIG understatement! He has an epidural, and doesn't seem to be feeling much pain, but boy was he furious! This boy loves to get down on the floor, scoot around on his bottom, and get into things! He cannot figure out why this is happening to him, and he is very sad and grumpy this evening as he struggles to accept that no matter how much he stares at mommy and pleads with his eyes and his quivering lower lip, she will not take the cast, or the IV, or the catheter, or any of the other tubes and wires, away and let him get down and play. Sweet, sweet boy.
And right up until the surgery, he was so cute and giggly and full of smiles, and SO BUSY! He actually stood up just holding on to the bed rail, for the very first time, this morning. Until now he would stand only if I held him under his armpits, and today he felt steady and strong enough to be comfortable holding himself up! Oh, how bittersweet. To take that away from him, now, when he has worked so hard and come so far. But the truth is that without this surgery, he would have experienced a lifetime of pain. He would have probably never been able to walk independently. He would have never been able to stand up straight. I am so, so sad to watch my brave little sweetheart struggle through this, but knowing that we are doing the very best thing we can for him. Because of this surgery, there is a good chance that Micah will one day walk!
Oh, if only he understood that now. All he knows now is that he wants mommy to make it all stop and to take him home. By the way, Micah is getting a chance to practice another new skill of his today, even if he is immobilized. He has started talking! And his first (and so far only) word (well, words, technically): "All done." Sounds more like "ah guh" but he says it along with the "all done" sign when his yogurt is gone or when he wants out of his wheelchair, so after wondering for a few days if we were really hearing words, versus babbling, we have determined that he is truly communicating with us! And today he got lots of opportunities to tell me that he was all done . . . as he tried to climb out of his spica cast, as he tried to rip the IV out of his hand, as he tried to get out of bed . . . He is communicating loud and clear that he wants to be all done!
Soon, dear one.
Soon this will all be over and you will be faster and stronger than ever before.
Hang in there, brave boy, and soon we will be all done.